Lubricated Reality Gravity is merely being honest, Wanting to make love to everything, She can never, possibly, get enough! Languidly sucking on amorphous liquids, Quasi-crystals, of the most disorderly kind, That all sparkle like diamonds in the daylight, And, might as well be fireflies destined to go out, Once she is finished sucking on them good and hard! Without gravity, the glass is neither half empty nor half full, While, with gravity, the glass itself can be considered the liquid. A completely empty or full glass, becomes a complete oxymoron, And each must decide for themselves just how much liquid it contains. Not to mention, how much of it is composed of salt water, piss, and vinegar, Whether or not we prefer to drink the contents or the glass itself. For reality without dreams is just somebody's nightmare, While dreams without reality are someone else's fantasy. If a tree should fall and no one is around to hear it, According to modern physics, it did not occur in our universe. Mother Nature's love is irresistible, but she has a wicked sense of humor!
This one has a lot of weird logic that I have yet to work out. For me, information and physics are the same thing, transforming into one another in extreme situations. Gravity is something I'm still working on as a metaphor, but I've made a great deal of progress in the last several years. Working with metaphors, means I can start with gravity and work my way to any of the other rudimentary metaphors. Gravity and inertia represent perpetual motion and the inevitable stop, or transformation, as space and time exchange identities. Whether the universe is random or fated, changing or unchanging, remains up to the observer to decide.
